Don _Alvarez_, father to _Leonora_. Mr. _Betterton._ Don _Felix_, father to _Lorenzo_. Mr. _Bright._ Don _Carlos_, in love with _Leonora_. Mr. _Booth._ Don _Lorenzo_, in love with _Leonora_. Mr. _Husbands._ _Metaphrastus_, tutor to _Camillo_. Mr. _Freeman._ _Sancho_, Servant to _Carlos_. Mr. _Dogget._ _Lopez_, servant to _Lorenzo_. Mr. _Pack._ A Bravo. WOMEN. _Leonora_, daughter to _Alvarez_. Mrs. _Bowman._ _Camillo_, suppos'd son to _Alvarez_. Mrs. _Harcourt._ _Isabella_, her friend. Mrs. _Porter._ _Jacinta_, servant to _Leonora_. Mrs. _Baker._ THE MISTAKE. +ACT+ I. +SCENE+ I. +SCENE+, _the Street_. _Enter ~Carlos~ and ~Sancho~._ _Car._ I Tell thee, I am satisfy'd, I'm in love enough to be suspicious of every body. _San._ And yet methinks, Sir, you shou'd leave me out. _Car._ It may be so; I can't tell: but I'm not at ease. If they don't make a knave, at least they will make a fool of thee. _San._ I don't believe a word on't: but good faith, Master, your love makes somewhat of you; I don't know what 'tis; but methinks when you suspect me, you don't seem a man of half those parts I us'd to take you for. Look in my face, 'tis round and comely, not one hollow line of a villain in it: men of my fabrick don't use to be suspected for knaves; and when you take us for fools, we never take you for wise men. For my part, in this present case, I take myself to be mighty deep. A stander-by, Sir, sees more than a gamester. You are pleased to be jealous of your poor Mistress without a cause, she uses you but too well, in my humble opinion; she sees you, and talks with you, till I'm quite tir'd on't sometimes; and your rival that you are so scar'd about, forces a visit upon her about once in a fortnight. _Car._ Alas, thou art ignorant of these affairs, he that's the civilest received is often the least car'd for: women appear warm to one, to hide a flame for another. _Lorenzo_ in short appears too compos'd of late to be a rejected lover, and the indifference he shews upon the favours I seem to receive from her, poisons the pleasure I else shou'd taste in them, and keeps me upon a perpetual rack. No----I would fain see some of his jealous transports, have him fire at the sight of me, contradict me whenever I speak, affront me wherever he meets me, challenge me, fight me---- _San._ ----Run you through the guts. _Car._ But he's too calm, his heart's too much at ease, to leave me mine at rest. _San._ But, Sir, you forget that there are two ways for our hearts to get at ease; when our mistresses come to be very fond of us, or we--not to care a fig for them. Now suppose upon the rebukes you know he has had, it shou'd chance to be the latter.